Semua Bab CLAIMING HAILEY : Bab 221 - Bab 230

ISAIAH The heavens were too blue. Too ideal. The kind of day poets composed about and lovers longed for.But in all its perfection, I felt it—like a crack in the foundation of an ideal world.Something wasn't quite right.I stood just outside the grand hall, a ceremonial blast swooping around the red pennants that fluttered from the palace turrets. Hailey's re-coronation was already underway, and despite the rumours of recent betrayals and whispers behind velvet curtains, she stood tall and radiant. The Queen of all sorts—unsullied by time, untainted by scandal.Until they arrived.I needed no foresight to feel that something terrible was coming. I knew it in my bones. My stomach churned. My heart ached.A shift in the wind—a cooler, heavier wind.The music stumbled.The crowd's hum was replaced by anxious silence.And then they came through the ceremonial arch.Audacious.With a triumphant smirk plastered across his ageless face. The same smirk I’d seen before every destruction he orchestrated

LILITHClank! The book with me falls to the ground as I watch my daughter Serenia in all her pride present her sons then Hailey's unknown children. How did it all come to this? She lives with Audacus, the man who enslaved her, killed her mate and all just to get Ryan who doesn't even feel anything for her but what do I do? If Hailey gets mad, all hades cannot contain her and this time around no one will blame her but she's my only child. I'd have to try something somehow to avert the disaster looming around her and her kids.I sneak out of the pack house palace like Castle and find Audacus's location, when I finally find it, I find guards everywhere "I seek Audience with Serenia". Total silence. They all stand still and ignore me until suddenly a dominant energy suffocate the atmosphere, Akael, Hailey's son looks at me for a while then instructs the guards to let me in.My instincts were all to hold back, to let the children's choices be their own ruin. But silence has a weight, and

SERENIAThe garden is totally silent with the feeling of faux peace.It looked peaceful—moonlight coating the stone pathways in silver, flowers trembling gently in the night breeze—but the storm inside me made every petal feel like a dagger. I could feel her watching me; she probably thinks I can't feel her, but she probably knew I had been following her and intentionally brought me here, but that doesn't even matter, as my aim must be achieved today by all means. I didn’t even have to turn around.“Why are you here?” Marissa’s voice broke the quiet, sharp as a blade.I inhaled slowly, letting the floral scents try and calm me. “I could ask you the same thing.”“ I belong here; this is my home,” she said, stepping closer. Her footsteps were soft, deliberate. “You don’t belong here, and this isn't your home. What happened to you? Would you rather live in her shadows all your life?. Do you lack ambition this much?”I turned then, slowly, facing her. She stood tall in the moonlight, arms cros

THALINDRA The palace was beautiful in the way a sword is beautiful—gilded, sharp, and meant to kill. It stood carved into the mountain's skin, cloaked in storm clouds and shadow. The Fay courts were gardens and mist. This? This was stone and fire. It suited him. Akael. The name tasted like smoke on my tongue. I had said it silently to myself so many times during the journey, turning it over like a coin—bright, worn, precious. He had been carved into my thoughts since the first time I saw him during the Summit of Thorns two years ago. I had watched him walk past, heat trailing behind him like a second skin, his eyes storm-shadowed and distant. And I had fallen. Foolishly. Quietly. Completely. But I was no child. I was a daughter of the Silver Grove. My love was not petals and poems—it was steel and spellfire. So when the High Priestess proposed a union, I did not tremble. I accepted. Not for power. Not even for duty. For him. So I did not knock when I entered the forg

RYAN I smelt blood before the screams began. It clung to the wind—metallic, strong, familiar in the worst possible manner. I stood frozen midway across the eastern wall as the scent curled down my throat like the taste after lightning. The pack bond was cut. Guards, citizens, sentinels—one by one, their presence winked out of the bond. My wolf was on guard. My wolf howled an alarm. Then the sound began. Screams. Shrill. Multitudes. Innocent. I did not think. I changed direction in mid-air, tearing through stone, wind, and space, my claws breaking the royal training grounds' earth as a woman's final scream was silenced. What I witnessed numbed my blood. Bodies. Hundreds. No—dozens. Burnt. Ripped. Shattered. Elders. Children. Warriors. Females. The courtyard ran red with their blood. And at its core stood Marissa. Not the Marissa who is my Beta's mate and certainly not my children's protector. Not the fierce warrior who’d earned her place among the elite. Not the one w